dear cracker that I left underneath the futon mattress until the ants got you
what can I say if not: sorry about that
it happened
love is not often survived by the brittle
in your own cheesy way that was obvious
because you wore your cheesiness
on your outsides
but it was more than that
wasn’t it
I get that
between the cheesy exterior you had
a thin peanut butter lust for her
that could slice through time machines
and nightmares about zombified blankets
you miss her
don’t you
no, don’t worry
I get that
I mean
I miss her too
Multiverse Johnson 